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I wouldn't strictly call this a phobia, but if it's late when I get home, after I take a shower or stay up late reading a book, I become convinced someone has broken in upstairs and killed everyone, and is coming down to check for other people. Which means I am usually too afraid to open the door to hall, where he'd see me, attack, and beat me to death with his baseball bat.
I need to man up.
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I used to be the same when I was about ten to fourteen. I always made sure I had my baseball bat next to me, and I insisted to sleep in the room that had a chainsaw hidden in the airing cupboard just above where my head was.
That's information that I've never revealed to Emily, you priveliged, priveliged people.